I Heard Someone Say He [carl Sandburg]

I Am A Writer Of Books In Retrospect. I Talk In Order To Understand; I Teach In Order To Learn.

Happiness Makes Up In Height For What It Lacks In Length.

When A Friend Calls To Me From The Road And Slows His Horse To A Meaning Walk, I Don't Stand Still And Look Around On All The Hills I Haven't Hoed, And Shout From Where I Am, What Is It? No, Not As There Is A Time To Talk. I Thrust My Hoe In The Mellow Ground, Blade-end Up And Five Feet Tall, And Plod: I Go Up To The Stone Wall For A Friendly Visit.

I Could Give All To Time Except--except What I Myself Have Held.

I Fail To See What Fun, What Satisfaction / A God Can Find In Laughing At How Badly / Men Fumble At The Possibilities.